my young teen

You are beautiful, not necessarily by looks
But by the way you speak and think
By the way you act with love instead of hate
And how you chose to love others
It’s beautiful, you are beautiful
I don’t think you understand how in love I am with you. How I’ve adopted your manners and how I think of you every second of everyday.
I don’t think you understand the pain you put me through and how I choose to still love you and to stay.
I don’t think you understand how much I love you, because trust me it’s a lot and all I can do is to hope that you love me half as much.